You pillow your head upon Mother Earth, listen to her heart-throb, and even as your spirit is filled with the love of her, your gladness is half pain and there comes to you a joy that hurts.

But the gladness was only a surface gloss on a burning core of regrets and dissatisfaction.

And as he smiled genially upon the cowpuncher, Bard felt a great relief sweep over him, a mighty gladness that this was not Drewthat this looselipped gabbler was not the man who had written the epitaph over the tomb of Joan Piotto.

" There is gladness in his gladness, when he's glad, There is sadness in his sadness, when he's sad; But the gladness in his gladness, Nor the sadness in his sadness, Isn't a marker to his madness when he's mad.

Gladness, then, is the first item, the first course on our bill of fare for a Christmas dinner.